#illogical husbands

[acceleratedmuseo]

literally just no one should miss the illogical husbands

#illogical husbands #masters of sex #broadchurch #alec hardy #bill masters #david tennant #michael sheen

[ingravinoveritas]

Service top / Power bottom.

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #bill masters #masters of sex #alec hardy #broadchurch #illogical husbands #at this point though i'm talking about MS and DT as much as Bill and Alec #tell me i'm wrong though #boys playing with their bottles #subtext that is rapidly becoming a text #david is lowkey bi and michael is highkey bi #yes #lolz #discourse

[bewareofchris]

R atm | Alec Hardy/Dr. Bill Masters | Broadchurch, Masters of Sex | Strong language, eventual sexual situations

“The fact that Alec Hardy was not currently, had not ever, and did not want to date the American sex research did not seem very important at all to the town of Broadchurch.  They did what they had always done with a little bit of juicy gossip: they made a spectacle of it.”

(It's set to open as the full work in one go. If you want to go to the chaptered version click here.)

#illogical husbands #public relations: the fic #Bill Masters #Alec Hardy #a small summer miracle for you guys

[broken-lycan]

Whumptober Day 4: Lying

Fandoms: Broadchurch, Masters of Sex Relationship: Alec Hardy/William Masters Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Insecurity, Secondary Impotence, Lack of Communication, But also, Communication, Hugs Wordcount: 3297

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@hurtslikeyourmouth can you believe I'm posting fics again and finally writing illogical husbands again?? :D

#brokenart #whumptober #good omens extended universe #goeu #broadchurch #masters of sex #illogical husbands #alec hardy/bill masters #whumptober 2023

[punkcornzero]

Ok so I'm in that phase where I started a new series (Masters of sex) (because I love Michael Sheen, yes) and I wanted to look for some nice GIF sets or funny screens, so I started that weird flirt with spoilers because I just scroll on the tag and hope.

And

And I found out that the main character and Alec Hardy (played by David Tennant in Broadchurch) are a ship! Wow!

So the tag is like GIFs, illogical husbands, spoilers, GIFs etc.

It's a trip, I like it

#masters of sex #michael sheen #david tennant #ily #broadchurch #illogical husbands #i mean wow #I don't ship them but like their aesthetic together #good omens extended universe #i guess #also alec is husband material #bill masters not so much #tbh

[onceuponamigraine]

Michael is so much harder to draw whyyy 😭

#abort mission #is it because he is too handsome #michael sheen #bill masters #masters of sex #good omens extended universe #fanart #more like picking up a pencil and making half a doodle I'll forever be unhappy with #illogical husbands

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

holding hands during stressful situations

Hardy and Bill pls

Here we go, more Illogical Husbands for you guys.

On with the fic!

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Hardy could hear Bill in their bedroom, his voice muffled behind the closed door. From what the detective could tell, his husband was pacing as he spoke on the phone with whoever was on the other line.

It was about Virginia, that much Hardy knew.

The call had come in about twenty minutes ago, while they were sitting together in the living room. The number on Bill's phone screen read Virginia, and he answered it, expecting her to be on the other line.

No, it was her new husband, and Hardy barely caught what was going on. Something about her being in the hospital. Bill was up and out of the room in seconds, the door to the bedroom closed behind him. Hardy found himself sitting out in the hall, waiting for Bill to finish, knowing the man was probably not in the mood to talk if this was a very serious matter (and it sounded like it), but Hardy was still going to be there for him.

He heard his husband's voice get softer, then it was quiet. A moment later, the door opened and he could see that Bill looked exhausted and drained, emotionally.

He glanced at Hardy, raising an eyebrow, silently asking why his husband was sitting on the floor in the hall.

Hardy didn't reply, just held out his hand, offering it to him. Bill hesitated, then took it, sitting down next to Hardy. He didn't let go of his hand as he leaned his head on Hardy's shoulder, explaining that there had been a car accident, they said she'll be fine, but it was still a serious crash and that she'll need some surgery for her leg.

They had long since broken up, moved on, but Hardy knew his husband still cared about his business partner and friend (and ex-lover). So, he couldn't blame Bill for being worried anyway, he'd be the same if something terrible happened to Tess, even after everything that happened to cause their divorce.

He turned his head, kissing the top of Bill's head. "She'll be okay."

Bill nodded, making an affirmative noise.

"You'll be okay." Hardy said quietly, giving his hand a squeeze. It was returned a second later.

#illogical husbands #moving forward au #masters of sex #bill masters #broadchurch #alec hardy #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

[crowlex23]

#david tennant #michael sheen #alec hardy #broadchurch #illogical husbands #bill masters

[assassin-or-templar-56]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Broadchurch, Masters of Sex Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alec Hardy/William Masters Characters: Alec Hardy, William Masters, Ellie Miller (Broadchurch), Original Characters, Original Male Dog Character(s) Additional Tags: Dogs, Adoption, First Meetings, Crime Scenes, Husbands, Pets, Pet Sitting, police dogs, K-9 unit, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Alec bonds with the newest recruit to the K-9 unit.

#david tennant #michael sheen #good omens extended universe #broadchurch #alec hardy #masters of sex #william masters #alec hardy x william masters #illogical husbands #shipping madness #fanfic

[illogicalvulcans]

[x]

#good omens #goodomensedit #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #*mine #fun fact all of these caps are either from 1.01 or 2.06 bc we love a good bookend moment on this blog #otp: Sunday #illogical makes

[spinach-pine]

Jim, when I feel friendship for you,

I realise that I am in fact feeling aroused.

#this way it shan't seem illogical #star trek tos #star trek memes #kirk and spock #spirk #spirk cus its fucking canon #mr spock #jim kirk #star trek #space husbands

[bewareofchris]

#18, any pairing and rating, idk your fandoms anymore Chris haha

idk my fandoms anymore either

18. Stop Mocking my Christmas Socks

Bill Masters/Alec Hardy | G | Fluff honestly

Bill said, and there was no reason not to believe him, that it was pure coincidence that he happened to have the song Jingle Bells stuck in his head. It had nothing to do (hand to God) to do with the fact that Miller had gotten Hardy a pair of socks with festive holiday socks printed on them.

Hell, Bill had even managed to look sincere as he said it, not a hint of pink in his cheeks, not a bit of shine to his eyes. Just that near perpetual scruff on his cheeks, a whisk in hand and a bit of errant pancake batter stuck to the front of his sweater. "I really think you're being too sensitive about it," Bill had added, "it's just Christmas socks."

Only it wasn't only Christmas socks because Hardy had been introduced to Broadchurch when he was at death's door. it might have been a while since anyone called him shitface where he could hear it, but he was reasonably certain that everyone still thought he didn't have a single drop of good humor in his whole body. While all the snickering and whispering did grate on his nerves, it suited him just find to have people give him a wide berth.

Only Miller had gotten him jingle bell socks with a smile on her face so brilliant and so red that there was no mistaking how funny she found it that he might have something so incredibly silly and human as novelty socks.

That was bearable until the moment he strode into work to find a breathless bullpen of faces, all of them turning pink as they waited until he'd come to a full stop. The whole lot of them pulled bells out of their pockets and all at once started singing Jingle Bells at him at a volume that couldn't be considered anything but an attack.

And now, at dinner, at Christmas dinner, there was Miller all but fall out of her chair as she relayed the story.

Bill had been straight faced as long as he could manage but his ears had gone red around the time Miller relayed passing out the silver bells, so that by the time she got to the bit where she started bellowing the song, Bill was laughing hard enough to shake his shoulders. "Are you wearing them now?" he asked.

"Of course I'm not," Hardy snapped.

But Fred had already slithered out of his seat to duck under the table and pull Hardy's pants leg up enough to discover the lie. He shouted from underneath the dinner spread, "he is! He is wearing them!"

That started the gale of laughter all over again. Miller's face was so red it seemed like she was going to pass out if she didn't stop long enough to catch her breath.

Fred crawled back out from under the table, standing at Hardy's side with a stretched smile and all the pride of a boy who had done a good job delivering the punch line. "You shouldn't tell stories, Uncle Alec."

Hardy scoffed at that, but not meanly, and said (loud enough to be heard over the noise), "is it really that funny?"

"Oh," Miller said with a gasp of breath, "he's going Scottish."

That caught Bill somewhere under the ribs because burst into another round of laughing, nodding his head along with the joke. "Och," he growled.

Fred was giggling but he didn't seem to understand the joke. Might be there was hope for someone to have the good sense not to mock a man for every little thing he did. Hardy leaned forward like he was going to get out of his chair, "come on Fred. I think I saw some cakes in the kitchen. We might as well have our dessert in peace."

Miller raised her hand in protest, "no--wait--"

But Fred was following him with a puffed out chest of importance and the gluttonous little gut of a boy who was just wise enough to go where the food was best. "You are very Scottish."

And the howls of laughter started all over again behind them.

He was nibbling his way through a slice of cake so dry it could have been crumbled down to fill a sandbox when Bill came to find him. He had collected himself enough that his cheeks had cooled down to a skin color but he was wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes. There wasn't a single ounce of remorse in his whole body even as he sidled up to Hardy's side to whisper, "I'm sorry." No, the way his arm eased around Hardy's back wasn't an apology but a gentle act of possession.

That was just the way Bill was about the things that he loved, he couldn't help himself but pulling them closer to him. Even now, as he made some attempt to look regretful with his eyebrows, one of his hands was hooked around Hardy's hip and the other was hovering like he wasn't sure it was appropriate to touch him so boldly in front of a kid.

"Are you?"

No. But Bill nodded, "I think your socks are very festive and appropriate."

More like he had underestimated how tipsy a man could get on wine alone and let Miller fill his glass too many times, but Hardy shifted how he was standing so Bill had the space he wanted get closer to him. He offered him a second fork and held the cake between them. If he forgot to mention that the cake was as dry as a desiccant, well, that was just a bit of payback.

Miller (the maker of said cake) just happened to walk into the kitchen at the moment Bill tried to swallow the cake and found it mixed just enough with the salvia in his mouth to make cement.

"Oh, you're eating the cake?" she asked. "How is it?"

Awful.

"Wonderful," Bill said around the slug of cement he couldn't bring himself to swallow sitting on his tongue. "Vanilla?"

"Butter pecan."

Hardy smiled along with the pleasant exchange, made sure to hook his finger in Bill's belt loop so he couldn't go anywhere and said, "you should try a bite with the pecans."

Miller played her part (unwittingly) watching Bill expectantly.

Fred saved him, giving up on eating his slice, by saying: "it's too sandy."

Either Miller had already her cake was shit or she saw how it crumbled to bits on her son's plate but she scoffed at Bill and leaned over to slap him. "Liar."

#illogical husbands #public relations #grouchy bastards in love #i actually super wanted to write alec bill and libby #but alas

[broken-lycan]

Fandoms: Broadchurch, Masters of Sex, Good Omens Extended Universe

Relationship: Alec Hardy/William Masters

Additional Tags: Nightmares, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Worry, Angst, Crying, Alec Hardy Needs A Hug, Alec Hardy Whump, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Whumptober, Whumptober 2022

Wordcount: 1228

Summary:

Bill has noticed Alec's behaviour changing. One evening, he decides to ask. The answer he gets shakes him to his core.

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#broadchurch #masters of sex #good omens extended universe #goeu #bill masters #alec hardy #illogical husbands #tw suicide #tw suicidal thoughts #whumptober #whumptober2022 #brokenart

[tarsusingkirk]

aos jim js a stealth nerd. someone will ask him what his favorite book is and he'll put on a condescending jock-laugh and say he's never read a book outside of school at the same time that he has literal bookshelves full of olde fashioned bound paper books in his quarters

#jim kirk #spirk #space husbands #txtpst #spock walking into his quarters for th first and seeing th sagging bookshelves: what in the fuckin illogic

[onceuponamigraine]

I think I might be onto something

#practice #alec hardy #broadchurch #reference #david tennant #i can still hold a pencil ig #michael's way harder to draw tho lol #illogical husbands #procreate #good omens extended universe

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

I saw the prompt list you reblogged and “nose boops” with the illogicals sounds absolutely adorable! Of course, only if you want to do it :)

Has there been a sudden resurgence in interest in the Illogical Husbands when I wasn't looking? Because I've gotten a number of requests for them lately, haha.

Still not sure how I feel about making content for this ship, but I'm still in the mood to write, so here we go.

On with the fic!

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Really, it was nearly impossible to get either of them to get out of work mode once they entered it, Hardy was very well aware of this, but Bill could be so much worse when he was working on a new paper.

He found his husband in his private office in their home, typing away at his laptop with a focused determination. He only stopped his typing to either look over his notes, one of the books he was using for reference, or to remember that there was a cold mug of coffee he was supposed to be drinking. Hardy rolled his eyes, leaning against the door way, before saying Bill's name.

Just like the seven times he had tried before, he got no response, minus the occasional 'hm', meaning that Bill was only slightly aware of him being there. Hardy moved from the doorway and walked into the room to stand next to the doctor, who was gnawing his poor pencil to death as he looked over some handwritten notes. Hardy cleared his throat, but there was no response, just Bill erasing something, then writing down a few more words.

"Bill." Hardy tried again, still, nothing.

"Bill Masters, it will be here when you get back."

Again, no response, just more typing. Hardy was tempted to unplug the computer, but that was cruel, even for him. Maybe he could dump the cold coffee on Bill? Nah, then they'd have a mess to clean up.

He looked at his husband, at the glasses perched on his nose, slipping down a bit. It was childish, really, but still...

"Boop."

Bill made a weird sound, sitting back, blinking a few times as Hardy took back his hand. The doctor looked at him, confused. "Did you... did you just poke the tip of my nose?"

"I believe the kids these days call it booping." Hardy replied, trying to act like he hadn't just done something so ridiculous. "Come on, put down the papers and pencil, it's time for dinner."

"No, it isn't, should be lunch..." Bill looked at the clock on the wall, frowning. "Ah. Yes, I do believe you're right. Did you really let me sit here all day?"

"Did you not even notice that you ate lunch while you sat at your desk?" Hardy asked as he picked up an empty plate.

Bill looked embarrassed, wasn't the first time he ate without paying attention to the fact that he had. "Right, well. Dinner time then." He got up from his seat, stretched, then looked at Hardy funny. "Really? Touching my nose?"

"It worked to get your attention, didn't it?"

#illogical husbands #moving forward au #broadchurch #masters of sex #alec hardy #bill masters #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe